"How can you teach if you don't get close? I'm afraid you won't be able to learn..." As he said that, he reached behind her and took her slender hand, and helped her insert her middle finger and ring finger into the finger holes.
"Yan Zisong, why are you pinching me..."
"The fingers must be flexible together to be able to use force..."
Qin Xiaoman bit her lip secretly and was about to lift the ball, but the man behind her stretched his hand under her palm.
The strong fingertips kept gently stroking along the palm, but the whole body became soft, like a ball of fire burning.
"Yan Zisong, why are you rubbing my palms..."
"The palm of your hand needs to be in contact with the surface of the ball. Your arch is too high..."
The woman who paused secretly sighed and just raised her hand, but the man grabbed her elbow and leaned it against her waist.
"It's so itchy..." Qin Xiaoman's waist felt numb, "Yan Zisong, where did you touch..."
"Keep your elbows close to your waist..." He said and hurriedly rubbed it twice more, "You're too far away..."
The woman in his arms twisted, which only made him more confused. He raised his hand and put the woman's elbow holding the ball at a 90-degree position. Although he kept reciting the essentials of the action, he still didn't do it.
move.
"Here, the forearm..." The big palm slowly rubbed it, "Here, the forearm... must be at a right angle..."
"I know." Qin Xiaoman raised his eyes and looked at the two old men who were having a good fight in the distance, and said slightly angrily, "I know, how long can you keep playing around..."
"Just touch it for a while, baby..."
The woman was so angry that she stamped her foot, leaving half a shoe mark on one of Yan Zisong's exquisite and bright leather shoes.
"Oh, okay, okay, don't be angry, let's continue..."
"What are you going on... Where are your hands now..."
Qin Xiaoman almost lost her temper. Yan Zisong helped her hold the bowling ball with one hand, but behind her back, which was tightly covered by the ball, he covered her chest with the other hand. The self-colored ball that stopped in mid-air was still there.
Although he was moving, one of his hands behind the ball was busy.
It only made Qin Xiaoman's whole body as soft as water, unable to stand and leaning against his arms.
"Don't..." With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, the woman forced herself to regain her senses, "I won't learn from you if you keep doing this..."
"Be good... I can't do it..." Lian Lian reluctantly moved away. Before leaving, she pressed the round center tightly and pinched it, which made the woman tremble in shock.
When he was about to have sex, he turned around and saw that the man behind him had a calm face, as if everything was just an illusion in his dream.
He had no choice but to turn his head back. In an instant, the man pressed him on the waist behind him, and a trembling ball almost came out of his hand.
Qin Xiaoman couldn't hold it anymore, turned around and stuffed the ball into the man's arms, "What are you doing..."
"I just want you to relax. You are too tight. You must be natural and comfortable when pushing the ball..."
As he spoke, the man was like the most patient and kind teacher in the world. He gathered the disobedient students in front of him again and repeated the previous
The above steps were done more carefully this time...
Finally holding the ball well, Qin Xiaoman couldn't help but break out in hot sweat. Just as she was about to exhale, the man directly covered her buttocks with his hand.
She was so shocked that she almost screamed. Just when she was about to turn around, the man followed her calmly and said behind her, "Move your center of gravity!"